He even remembered how she had been dressed--her white bonnet, for instance.
"For long," Tommy said, musing, "I resented other women in white bonnets; it seemed profanation." "How absurd!" she told him, laughing.

"You must have been quite a small boy at the time." "But with a lonely boy's passionate admiration for beautiful things," he answered; and his gravity was a gentle rebuke to her.

"It was all a long time ago," he said, taking both her hands in his, "but I never forget, and, dear lady, I have often wanted to thank you." What he was thanking her for is not precisely clear, but she knew that the artistic temperament is an odd sort of thing, and from this time Lady Rintoul liked Tommy, and even tried to find the right wife for him among the families of the surrounding clergy.

His step was sometimes quite springy when he left the Spittal; but Grizel's shadow was always waiting for him somewhere on the way home, to take the life out of him, and after that it was again, oh, sorrowful disillusion! oh, world gone gray! Grizel did not admire him.

T.Sandys was no longer a wonder to Grizel.